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Post by ThePhantomStallion on Oct 16, 2008 22:27:16 GMT -5
Tim shuddered as he groped for the handle of the door, muttering blistering curses under his breath. He heaved it open and stumbled through the doorway, his legs numb from walking in the bitter cold. He was rather skinny, but his muscles were tighly packed along long, limber arms and legs. He wore a plain, drably colored t-shirt and an earth-colored jacket that bore the scent of the barn heavily. His jeans were dark and held around his waist by a thick leather belt, which matched his neautral shoes.
His hair lay in shag layers across his face, and as he looked down to down to dust the snow off his clothes, his peircing blue eyes were concealed for a moment. But when getting a table couldn't be put off any longer by means of stalling, he unleashed those wicked blue eyes from under soft brown hair.
The place was mostly empty, a few strangers lingering at their tables chatting in hushed, mellow tones and gesturing to each other. Only one seasoned resident paid him and glance, and then turned back to his conversation. It nagged at him that he'd stood out that much, and he shrunk back against the door, wild eyes darting, searching for those elusive waitresses.
Unable to stand the tention he placed on himself any longer, he stalked, with a long, flowing stride over to a table, noislessly seating himself, his shaggy brown hair once again falling over his eyes. He leaned as far back as the seat would allow, his knees sliding farther under the table. He sat and brooded for a few minutes, muttering to himself about that "terrible" service and talking himself out of the flush that had gathered in his cheeks from embarassment.
He caught a waitress out of the corner of his eye, and he righted himself, straining now at the confines that the table set, waving his hand in an irritated fashion in the air. He placed an indignant look on his face, like he'd been cheated, though seated there for a matter of minutes.
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Post by Maggie on Oct 17, 2008 18:31:08 GMT -5
Blonde wavy yet curly hair was swung up into a neat yet somewhat messy pony tail. Annie walked over to a table of townies she smiled revealing a perfect line of white teeth, the younger gentlemen teased her for a minute as she placed the glasses down and they began to flirt with her, although they were causal customers of the Longhorn Stakehouse and would usually just come to flirt with the older waitress's. She laughed as she placed the orders on the table then put a bundle of straws in the middle. She then walked away as she noticed another couple of customers come in. The weekends were usually the most packed times and being so close to christmas you'd think most people of the town or torrist would be out, but usually it was Christmas Eve, or Christmas night when all the things would happen around the place. Plus being not yet night time it would usually slow down then pack up as it grew more into nighttime hours.
Annie walked over to the table, a young man sat back in his chair as she picked out her notepad for orders and smiled towards the man. She tucked back a strand of loose hair as she took out her pen and readied herself for an order.
"Hello, I'm Annie I'll be your waitress for tonight. Are you all set to order yet?"
She asked as she held and hand at the top of he leater notepad that read the name of the resturaunt as she pulled it back towards her shirt. The brown polo with the name of the resturaunt and her blue mini skirt with her waitress apron made her look smaller than she usually looked when she was wairing her normal barn outfit or out to dinner look, sometime her causal wair. She wasn't really into dressing herself up as much as her cousin who lived with her did.
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Post by ThePhantomStallion on Oct 17, 2008 18:46:32 GMT -5
Tim focused silently on the menu for a moment, leaving the beaming waitress hanging, and as the silence grew long and uneasy, he spoke.
"I'll manage a steal, medium, if you please, with a side of fries and a coke. That's all." he finished, waving a hand nonchalantly in her direction. He hid those electric blue eyes under his hair for a moment, as in uncertain of the effect of his glance. He hadn't yet laid eyes on her fully yet, much less made eye contact. But as he offered up the menu, he gave her a good chance to gawk, his azure, almost icy white eyes searching hers as if testing her ability to resist staring.
A strange half-smile curled up one side of his mouth, his thick tousled hair falling across his forehead. Her gave her a good look-over now, his eyes lingering over her wavy blonde hair. She was a vision, to be sure, but he couldn't tell from the generic soundbyte she fed him when she took his order if she was more than just a beautiful girl.
She appeared small in frame, and he wondered to himself if she rode where he kept his horses. Ah, his three beautiful boys. He'd never had a better friend than Hale, a more focused competitor than Capricio, or a more passionately devoted acquaintance than Manny. Surely all people who knew horses had a similar experience.
The menu remained outstretched, waiting in his hand, which still slightly tremored from the long stint in the cold. He now looked at her in the eyes in earnest, his gaze gentling and his mouth cracking more of a smile.
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Post by Maggie on Oct 18, 2008 8:35:48 GMT -5
Annie focused on the man for a minute, he seemed rather mysterious as he looked through the menu then looked at her. She could see he was looking her over but she seemed as though she hadn't noticed as she looked down at the menu that was held back by one of her hands at the top and one at the bottom, leaning on it at the moment as so many waitress's do when waiting for an order. I'll manage a steal, medium, if you please, with a side of fries and a coke. That's all. He raised his hand towards her and she looked a little stung for a moment as he thought she was like some animal, then he looked towards her again.
His outstretched hand held the menu and she gracefully took it from his hand. Then nodded at his order.
"Okay, I'll be back soon with your drink." She said as she slid the pen back in her pocket in the apron and folded the leather notepad. His gaze turned into a cracking smile and she smiled back lightly, then moved to to her next set of tables. A couple of minutes later she was back with his coke, it was settled on a tray with many others and she took it from the middle then placed it on his setting. She put her hand through her pocket and took out a stray then placed it on the table.
"Do you need anything else?"
She asked as she smiled back down and put her hand back on the tray stablelizing the other drinks. The resturaunt was getting crowded now as customers poured in the door and then waited at the entrance awaiting a seat to get into the resturaunt.
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Post by ThePhantomStallion on Oct 18, 2008 12:30:53 GMT -5
His lop-sided smile was still in place when she returned, and he slid the coke towards himself, sliding his hands over the cold glass. His fingers collected the condensation, and his hand began its trembling again, his face taking on a melancholy expression.
He thought for a minute about her question, and then smiled, as if enjoying an inside joke. He gazed at her from underneath long eyelashes and said,
"Nothing you could help me with, thanks." His eyes danced, now very much alive, laughing, almost.
He glanced around her and saw the other customers flooding in - they must be escaping the cold and the hassle of cooking as well. But his eyes came quickly back to her, now holding an intensity, burning.
"Say, do you ride?" he asked, folding his fingers and propping his elbows up on the table.
He leaned forward expectantly, eyes hopeful and bright. They seemed to swirl in mist, so pale and translucent, under heavy, dark lashes and on a very white face. He didn't ever look like other boys - strong and tan, with bunching muscles and amber eyes. He was more accepted at boarding school, where the only popularity was sheer skill - the better you rode, the more well-known you were. This was what made that school so competitive, all the riders seeking fame - and a chance to become an international rider.
Tim'd given up that chance when he left, but there were other opportunities to pursue, ones that had more certainty, that were stable and dependable. Training his boys was very crucial to him now. Capricio could be sold to an experienced rider once he was finished, Manny would be a brilliant stud, and Hale could prove to be just about anything.
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Post by Maggie on Oct 18, 2008 17:48:04 GMT -5
Another waitress walked by leading a family of customers over to a booth, the pretty tall black haired girl looked towards Annie was she nudged her with her elbow and laughed. Annie rolled her eyes and bumped her back though really she wished she could of dumped the drinks all over the girl. I hate her. She gazed after the taller girl as she put on a bright smile and had the family sit down. Why couldn't she work someplace else? Did she always have to get in the way with my life? Annie thought as she looked back at the man and watched his eyes look towards her, and he smiled up at Annie.
Nothing you could help me with, thanks. He said almost humorly as his eyes seemed to have a whole new look to them as the mysterious went away for a moment as his eyes almost seemed as though they were laughing. Kind of like Freckles... She thought of her new addition to her farm, the young spirited colt she had adopted. The poor thing didn't know why he had been taken from his herd and dam yet the mysteriousness went away when someone came around.
The guy took the coke and put his hands on it, sliding it towards himself. Say, do you ride? He asked as he let go of the glass and put his fingers through one another, and propped his elbows on the table. He looked back up at her but she could only see only part of his eyes as they were covered by his hair. Man he's cute. She thought for a minute as she just thought of that she hadn't really seen him around.
"Yeah, actually I do. I take it you do?" She began as she set the drinks on the table taking the weight off her weakening hands. The drinks could get heavy after a while.
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Post by ThePhantomStallion on Oct 18, 2008 18:19:03 GMT -5
Tim's good-natured expression grew curiously focused on her face as she glanced after a pretty, dark-haired girl who had bumped her. She flashed a uniform smile at the recently seated family, and a twinge of distaste pricked at him, and he unconsciously twisted his mouth into a scowl. A quick glance at Annie, and he could feel her displeasure as well.
But she turned back to him, and her bright, smiling face wiping away any disgust he'd inadvertently displayed. He smiled as well, his thin, rosy lips pressing together in an eager smile. She rode.
'Beautiful and talented...' he mused, unlacing his fingers.
"Yes'm, I surely do. I've got three beautiful boys, in fact." he said, smiling broadly.
She placed her undoubtedly heavy tray on the table, and he noted in surprise how long she'd had the precarious thing perched on her hand. Now that she'd freed up her hand, he offer his, the pale white skin of his wrists and revealed from under his jacket. His parents were both from northern England, where tan wasn't a huge thing.
"Tim. Tim Malark." he stated, smiling widening a little bit. His lips parted ever so slightly on one side, and revealed his teeth, which were identically white as the rest of him. He had a million questions for her, burning a hole in his mind to ask, but he kept his hand extended, his mouth shut, not wanting to seem too forward. A slight flush crept up in his cheeks - outgoing to new people simply wasn't like him, but he was trying so hard to change his ways now that he'd come here.
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Post by Maggie on Oct 18, 2008 21:50:46 GMT -5
Annie felt her wrist for a moment them moved the in circles feeling them crack a little as she did so yet making them feel much better. She sighed now that she felt comfortable and looked around her surroundings, she noticed other people come in and sit down and they were busy ordering things or looking through menu's to notice Annie once again wasn't waiting on people, but when you've worked at a place like this for a while they allow it to slip. With alot of waitress and waiters their really was no need to rush the place.
Yes'm, I surely do. I've got three beautiful boys, in fact. He stated as he looked up at her and smiled, revealing a set of white teeth. Her dimples displaced a smile as she looked back and her bangs fell to the side once again. She blew them out of her face and crossed her arms for a moment then put them back to the side.
Tim. Tim Malark. His smile grew wider as he spoke and Annie tilted her head a little as he did so and made herself smile wider as well, although she wasn't in a hurry she didn't really know what to say for now. After all she did like to converse but today she wasn't in the brightest of moods, after all she had to exercise some horses when she got home and teach some classes earlier today and then she had more things to do tomorrow, although it was her day off tomorrow she couldn't wait to get out of the smelly resturaunt.
"Oh yeah? Do you compete with them?"
She asked in interest to his first question then remembering she had already stated her name earlier she only gave another smile to that responce. Now that she knew his name she wouldn't mind talking more. Annie competed in large eventing compitions at the chance of being a show jumper and dressage champions daughter it really helped when she was little. That is until her father died in a recent car accident her mother lost interest and she moved out to Kentucky, well here to explore her options. When she found the propert Greenridge Acres she bought the land with money her father had left her in his deed and then built up her large eventing farm. She now owned many horses and gave lessons, trained and had her younger cousin Layla living with her.
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Post by ThePhantomStallion on Oct 20, 2008 18:38:05 GMT -5
Tim's electric blue eyes watched her dancing beneath his thick lashes. He smiled at her like she was missing out on some big inside joke, but just as quickly those brilliant eyes were off again, checking out the inward flow of customers, and how little and distant they seemed. For a guy, he was obsessed with conversation, desperate even, to unload his weekly adventures to, complete stranger or not. He could be totally absorbed talking to an individual and totally clue out the people around him and any background action.
Ah, then she spoke. Compete? Why yes, yes he did. Hale was a fantastic hunter with brilliant scope, even at a slow pace, with a broad, thick-boned build. Capricio was a lightly, greyhound-built gelding with a pure heart, immense focus, and powerful drive. He was distant and mysterious most of the time, but mostly his shyness was what contributed to any passive behavior. Manny was a real bulldog, with a deep heart-girth, immense muscles and a towering frame. He was warmblood, through and through, graceful, balanced, and with a delicate control of power. He was a little of everything. Dressage was a little much for his busy mind, but he did well with hunter and show jumping, and his flat work improved a lot even from the little dressage he did.
"How else? These horses are my living, love." he chided, a close-lipped smile curling up his cheek. His negligible relation to his Scotch-Irish family had come through, the loose term 'love' perhaps could be received in the wrong way, unknowing to him. But with such a delightful slighting of accent and thick, brown hair that lay across his forehead in such an angelic way, how could one not be flattered anyhow?
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Post by Maggie on Oct 21, 2008 15:33:34 GMT -5
A customer tapped Annie's shoulder, she turned her head around to see a young girl around 11 and an older women in her late thirtys. She smiled as the girl looked up at her then bashfully turned away. "Hi could you tell us where the ladies room is please?" The older women asked as she looked to Annie, she guessed they were mother and daughter because the same features could be shown on the girls face. Annie nodded her head as she pointed down the isle pursing her lips together to show them directions. "Right down there, then take a right and there they are." She said as she pulled back her bangs from her face and smiled politely. The women nodded her head in a thanks then walked off holding the little girls hand.
Annie looked back to Tim as her dimples began to form again as his eyes looked up to hers and he flashed one of his own smiles. How else? These horses are my living, love. He replied in a scotish yet somewhat Irish accent as he smiled again, she smirked as she played around with the menu on the table looking down at it then looking back up. She laughed as her fingers rang around the edges of it.
"Perhaps because you love them as well?"
She said in a gesture way referring to how it sounded like they were meant for a living as he said it instead of passion. Although she was slightly teasing him because she could tell the passion in his vocals. A waitor walked by and pinched her side and she side stepped and yelped as the waitor turned back to her flashing a smile she grinned back at him her white teeth revealing themselves. She was distracted easily.
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